Sunday, September 28, 2008

Song of the week - Time by Pink Floyd

I have 5,514 songs on my iTunes. This is one of them.

As others have noted, Richard Wright, keyboard player for Pink Floyd, died this month. Pink Floyd was an incredibly successful and influential band. You can read all about them on Wikipedia. The Dark Side of the Moon, in my opinion, is one of the best rock albums of all time. Great music and timeless themes in an innovative package. I picked this song, Time, because it was written by Wright and the video features him singing. I've been listening to this song since it first came out in 1973. Yikes, that's 35 years ago. It resonated with me then and still does.

Back in those fabled non-digital days, I used to pile 5 or 6 LPs on my stereo record changer when I went to bed. I'd often leave the same records on the changer for days, each night picking them up and starting the play. For awhile, I had The Dark Side of the Moon on the changer. When Time would start to play with that clanging alarm clock, it would jolt me upright in bed and then I'd fall right back to sleep. It took me days to realize what it was.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

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